Kar once more chooses the greatest enemy , but this time he thinks carefully about it and finds nothing in his Oath obliging him to go for melee combat. Not wanting his sword to end up completely eaten away, he fires a pair of magic bolts.
Rankle eyes the oozes and then looks upwards towards the pillars... Then back to the oozes.
"Don't let them crush that pillar at the back! Those oozes are acting in tandem to stop us from progressing!"
He has no idea how acid will work, hopefully it doesn't cause any extreme reactions. Winding up his arm (he would obviously remind you it was not literally mind you), he quickly mixes a caustic brew and whips it at the twin puddings.
"Oh and you better put your swords away, all we need is for them to split!"
Kargoroth lands two solid blows but the jelly seems ready to take a significant amount more punishment. Rankle tosses his acid but the puddings are immune to it!
Waagic downs his elixir of boldness and readies for combat!
"Get in there, Rocky!" Myras shouts to the party's elemental friend, gesturing toward the advancing ochre jellies. Once again, Rocky melds into the stone floor and reappears just beyond the ochre jellies. Rising from the earth fist first, he slams the ochre jelly once with each great paw.
Fearing the two advancing black puddings, Myras whispers something dark and insulting under his breath, hoping to enchant the (blue-outlined) pudding and break up the advancing front line.
Dissonant Whispers
Enchantment
Level: 1
Casting time: 1 Action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V
Duration: Instantaneous
You whisper a discordant melody that only one creature of your choice within range can hear, wracking it with terrible pain.
The target must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, it takes 3d6 psychic damage and must immediately use its reaction , if available, to move as far as its speed allows away from you. The creature doesn’t move into obviously dangerous ground, such as a fire or a pit. On a successful save, the target takes half as much damage and doesn’t have to move away. A deafened creature automatically succeeds on the save.
At higher level
When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d6 for each slot level above 1st
He then steps toward the paladin and claps him on the shoulder, offering a song of encouragement. "Kaaaaaaar's gonna swiiiiiiiiiing from tha chandalier, from tha chandalier!!!!"
Kargoroth blasts the ochre jelly twice and rocky smacks it hard twice.
The black pudding then retreats from you as Myras hurts its feelings, despite it not knowing it had feelings. The rest of the oozes close. The ochre jelly tries to hit Rocky but misses. A black pudding tries to hurt Rankle but Myras makes him miss with a distracting insult.
Invigorated with alchemy, Waagic rushes forward and drives his fists at the large ooze!
Kar tries to think tactically. He does at the same enemy than before, trying to free Rocky and slow it to come and help the rest of the group.
Rankle cracks a bola made from two reactive chemicals and tosses them into the fray.
"Atta boy!" Myras cries gleefuly as he sees the elemental's two powerful stone fists slam the jelly powerfully. Turning his eyes to the advancing oozes, his speech tempo increases and he begins to scream in a less self-assured fashion. "Finish it quickly! We need your help over here!" he cires, nervous as the black puddings approach.
Noting the success of his last attempt at psychological warfare, Myras tries to insult the slimy foe once more.
Kargoroth's blasts and Rocky's fists destroy the ochre jelly while Waagic gets soaked up to the elbows in acid while punching the black pudding. The oozes mostly dodge the fire with unusual dexterity. The black rubbery oozes prove extraordinarily focused as well, mostly ignoring Myras' whispering.
The two oozes far away slam at the stone column and it cracks and crumbles.
Five more blows of grey ooze hammering on that column will collapse it. Each ooze over there lands one blow on the column per round.
One of the puddings flails at Waagic but the canny monk dodges. The other squeezes around the fire then rears back to slam at Rankle, nearly engulfing him, but is distracted by Myras at the last second and misses. The grey ooze wiggles up to Kargoroth but misses anyway.
The gnome hops! "Another close call!"
He continues to funnel fuel into the little bola.
The crackling sphere lingers around, hoping to scorch them again.
misses by 1 because it's weak
Using one hand to send blasts of force to the ooze menacing him, Kar points away with the other one. "Myras! Send Rocky to stop those oozes from crushing the ceiling into our heads!"
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
Waagic feels the burning but continues striking the ooze, trying to drive it back!
"You heard the half-elf, Rocky!" Myras tells the elemental, which has just finished splattering the ochre jelly. "Don't worry about us just yet; get to the back of the room and stop those two!" he shouts, pointing to the two jellies eating away at the column. Rocky burrows beneath the soil and disappears, headed for the smaller jellies.
Myras scratches his bare, grey chin as his wide eyes nervously scan the black puddings. Illusions, trickery, invisibility... none of it particularly useful at the moment, not even forcing them to laugh deliriously. "They don't look like the type to have a sense of humor, so I won't try that... but maybe I can force them to retreat a bit!" He decides to ridicule the pudding directly in front of Waagic. "We aren't afraid of you, stinking pudding filth!"
This spell's damage increases by 1d4 when you reach 5th Level (2d4), 11th level (3d4), and 17th level (4d4).
Seeing his friend's acid-covered hands, and seeing Waagic strike out again, Myras tries to encourage the monk, but his gentle support comes out all wrong. "What are you doing?! Do you want to lose your arms from the elbow down?"
The oozes mostly dodge Rankle's fire but he puts some hurt on them. Kargoroth lands two shots of his eldritch blast hate beams and almost gets smacked as he moves away but his armor protects him from the worst of the pseudopod. Waagic then unleashes a flurry of completely wild blows but these oozes are neither armored nor agile and he lands every shot. Unfortunately for him, the skin on his arms is raging with acid burns (12 more acid damage to Waagic). But perhaps the cost is worth paying as he destroys one ooze and wounds the next (moved you to continue your attack). The remaining black pudding winces as Myras's magic mockery somehow penetrates its brainless mind but keeps on its assault.
It lashes out at Waagic and strikes him hard then tries to do so again and misses. The grey ooze scoots over to Myras and smacks him as well while the other two grey oozes continue to erode the all-important pillar.
Rankle snaps his fingers, "Idea!" Pulling the flaming sphere into the foe, he pushes some of the heat into a vial attached to his side. Gripping it with one hand while he maneuvered the dual bolae, he popped the cork into his teeth and started juggling it with other materials.
"Just... A second!"
"Here!"
He nearly falls over, holding the elixir out for anyone to grab.
1 - Healing. The drinker regains a number of hit points equal to 2d4 + your Intelligence modifier.
Waagic collapses senseless, his arm and front sizzling.
Kar keeps running, and he uses his magic lances again when he finds a gap from where to shoot the oozes that are trying to collapse the ceiling.
Racing against time, Rocky bursts from the ground with a stony fist in the air, uppercutting the ooze and following up with a left hook straight to its center of mass.
Myras, meanwhile, shouts in agony as the acid melts his flesh! Seeing the healing elixir offered by the gnome, he quickly drinks it down. His insides tingle coolly as he feels its magical effect. He continues to mock the jellies, focusing on the biggest target, the black pudding, as he sees it seems to have an effect on the foe's performance in the fight; a paradox, given that these creatures are said to be mindless. Even so, they did seem to be very coordinated and calculating...
When an acid-stained Waagic falls to the ground, Myras shouts a word of encouragement meant to revivify him.
"Wan Waagic! Wane not where worm burrows;
May the creeping creature's caustic bite
halt its harm and thou henceforth healéd be!"
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The black pudding fails to dodge the fire and is significantly scorched by the licking flames. It also fails to shake off Myras' hurtful words and is further worn down. The pudding swings at Rankle and just barely, barely misses thanks to Myras' distractions. Kargoroth severely damages one of the grey oozes then Rocky comes crashing up from the floor and crushes one of the oozes against the ceiling then smacks the other hard. The ooze ignores this new attacker and strikes the column again, leaving it cracked, corroded, and almost completely destroyed.
Kar keeps launching magic bolts while he turns his head and talks loudly to let himself be heard.
"Myras, we need you here!"
*Pew Pew*
"Can you make those there flee away?!"
*Pew*
"Oh well, maybe... never mind..."
Waagic rises to his feet in a blur of movement and gratefully seizes the elixir proffered by Boomtop. He downs it in one swig and even as the burns on his arms and chest begin to visibly heal, he readies himself to fight on!
Miraculously dodging yet another acidic blow he feels the vial vanish from his hand.
"I sure hope I did not drop that..."
Cracking the whip of the bolae again, another string of fuel gets added in.
The whip sizzles and sits on it, hoping to scorch it again.
Kargoroth's first blast destroys the ooze!
Myras cackles with malicious glee as his insults confuse and distract the oozes. He continues to mock the largest one viciously.
When Kar snipes the remaining ooze, he shouts “Nice shot, half-elf!”
Rocky burrows back toward the group.
The ooze is not very wise and falls prey to Myras' cruel words. It dissolves in a puddle of misery. The last remaining foe, a lone little grey ooze, strikes at Myras with a small pseudopod but the bardic dervish whirls away, ready with his next verse.
Rankle watches the flaming sphere crackle, "Whenever you're ready!"
He waits for the area to clear, there's no telling how well they will handle the flames.
Kar tries to finish the battle swiftly.
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Kargoroth blasts the ooze to pieces!